Life According to Jack & Arya

Dear Diary. Love Jack.

It is the tiniest door ever. Instead of Mom opening the door for me when I want to come in and go out, I am supposed to poke my head through a plastic flap and jump through.

My whole life it has been the same. Until now.

I used to ring the bell on the door and Mom got up and open the door for me. When I wanted to come back in, I barked and Mom got up and opened the door for me to come inside. Everything is different now and I don’t like it. (The old door worked fine.)

I did find one nice thing. My sister and I can put our noses out the door and smell the outside.

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Goodness, we didn’t know there would be a separate post from you, Jack. So now I know, you don’t like the new dog door. It’s hard to adjust to new things, we know. Give it some time and maybe you will grow to like it! Our paws are crossed for you.